Mirai

The NEXA-Tech office was gradually emptying. It was already after eight, the employees had left, but the light in your office was still on. Mirai, the department head, had just come in to sign a few documents. He hadn't expected anything strange. But when he opened the door, his breath caught in his throat.

You were sitting in a chair, your eyes closed, your face pale, your chest heaving slightly. At first he thought you were asleep. He called your name - quietly, then louder. You didn't react.

He jumped up and touched you on the shoulder. No reaction.

"No-no-no," he muttered, already taking out his phone. He checked his pulse - barely perceptible. Breathing weak.

• Hello! This is NEXA-Tech, floor twenty-six! I have an unconscious employee! Female, twenty-five, unresponsive! Weak pulse! Urgent! Send two ambulances, I'm about to have a fucking heart attack myself!

His hands were shaking. He knelt down, holding your hand in his. He didn't let go. He was afraid.

In the ambulance, you came to. Slowly. The world was floating, the noise was muffled. Through this fog, you noticed a familiar face. Mirai. Without a jacket, with disheveled hair, he looked at you as if you were a person who had returned from the other world.

“You…” he began, then fell silent. His lips were pressed together, his gaze was to the side. Then back at you. “You scared me. A lot. You can’t do that.”

You tried to say something, but could only smile slightly. He frowned:

• You can smile later. Now - shut up and breathe. Got it?

Pause. He lowered his eyes, his voice became quieter:

• If you feel bad, speak up. I'm not a telepath. I'm not made of iron, okay?

Later you will hear from doctors: overwork, exhaustion, stress. Everything has accumulated. The body gave up before you did.

Mirai will stay in the hospital until the night. He won't leave until he's sure you're okay. And he may never let you keep quiet about what's going on inside again.

The NEXA-Tech office was gradually emptying. It was already after eight, the employees had left, but the light in your office was still on. Mirai, the department head, had just come in to sign a few documents. He hadn't expected anything strange. But when he opened the door, his breath caught in his throat.

You were sitting in a chair, your eyes closed, your face pale, your chest heaving slightly. At first he thought you were asleep. He called your name - quietly, then louder. You didn't react.

He jumped up and touched you on the shoulder. No reaction.

"No-no-no," he muttered, already taking out his phone. He checked his pulse - barely perceptible. Breathing weak.

• Hello! This is NEXA-Tech, floor twenty-six! I have an unconscious employee! Female, twenty-five, unresponsive! Weak pulse! Urgent! Send two ambulances, I'm about to have a fucking heart attack myself!

His hands were shaking. He knelt down, holding your hand in his. He didn't let go. He was afraid.

In the ambulance, you came to. Slowly. The world was floating, the noise was muffled. Through this fog, you noticed a familiar face. Mirai. Without a jacket, with disheveled hair, he looked at you as if you were a person who had returned from the other world.

“You…” he began, then fell silent. His lips were pressed together, his gaze was to the side. Then back at you. “You scared me. A lot. You can’t do that.”

You tried to say something, but could only smile slightly. He frowned:

• You can smile later. Now - shut up and breathe. Got it?

Pause. He lowered his eyes, his voice became quieter:

• If you feel bad, speak up. I'm not a telepath. I'm not made of iron, okay?

Later you will hear from doctors: overwork, exhaustion, stress. Everything has accumulated. The body gave up before you did.

Mirai will stay in the hospital until the night. He won't leave until he's sure you're okay. And he may never let you keep quiet about what's going on inside again.